murder demon

☤ oh lord what have i done? (SPN experimentation RPG)

"Like you did so well last time?" He countered huffing at the imprudence of the young man. Arguing with his elders like he knew better. Drawing them back in here wouldn't accomplish anything. No. They would all just meet their end all the sooner for it. The scream sent a chill through him. It was one thing to be on the side that caused the screams. Another to be stuck in a room listening to someone else meet their doom. The tattooed man commented on the screams and he found himself nodding in agreement. Doing a double take as the man mentioned Satan. Really now. Interesting information to have.

Before he could make a comment on the matter a 'thud' drew his attention and Eric frowned down at the fallen girl. Having missed her creeping up on them in the first place. The blonde did little more than pet her. She had to have something wrong in the head. Eric wasn't about to get any closer to the other prisoners. He couldn't even remember getting here in the first place, so why should he really bother with the other people?Turning to look at the man on the bunk, "You never gave your name." Moving back to the previous topic, before the young girl fell. His eyes drifted down to the pillow from his bunk, darting over to the fallen girl. Sighing he snatched the item up, "Blondie, here." he called before tossing the item over. There. Good deed of the day done.

☤ oh lord what have i done? (SPN experimentation RPG)

With an amused huff Eric shook his head at the man. They seemed to be close in age, at least there was someone who wouldn't be so annoying. The youth drained him with their 'know-it-all attitudes'. "Eric." He offered up when prompted for a name, though now he looked over at the to examine the two by the door. The girl had given a name, while the boy had only offered a sarcastic comment. Rolling his eyes at the mouth on the younger man Eric raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Between the bright walls and the little punk grating at his nerves. Oh boy did he want to rid himself of the problems. Suddenly the doors the younger man had been banging on opened. It all happened so quickly it felt surreal. One moment the girl was here the next she had been dragged out by the two men in lab coats. Shame the other two hadn't grabbed hold of the loud mouth. The blonde started singing. Clearly far from stable. At least he wasn't the only one who thought so. Unfortunately he didn't care for how the man showed his distaste for being kept with a crazy person. "Enough of that! They aren't going to come every time you bang on that door."

☤ oh lord what have i done? (SPN experimentation RPG)

Waking up to find himself on a rather uncomfortable bed was not exactly something pleasing. He was accustomed to his bed. The one that felt like he was floating on clouds. This was far too firm for his tastes and it soured his already foul mood from being woken up to a series of loud noises. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, Eric took in the frame above him. What? Gingerly sitting up to avoid hitting his head Eric sighed loudly at the noise above him. Someone was far too cheery. The fabric of clothing against his skin felt smoother, lighter than the layers he usually wore. Glancing down he discovered he was in scrubs. Irritably he tugged at the fabric as though it had done something against him personally. Being on his person instead of the higher quality clothes he preferred was offense enough.

Rising from the bed, ignoring the cold that seeped into him as he made contact with the floor, Eric turned to see who he had been bunked with. Arching a brow at the man who had seemed to not be reacting poorly to their new location, not like that kid across the room that had been beating at the door. Glad the lady could get him to stop that infernal racket. "Morning Sunshine." His tone dry as he returned the man's original greeting. Glancing over at the blonde who seemed to have something wrong with her. Tasty? How did the tattooed man look tasty? "This is most certainly not like a vacation." Who vacationed in cheap scrubs and slept on bunk beds. What kind of vacation was that supposed to be?

☤ oh lord what have i done? (SPN experimentation RPG)

First & Last Name: Eric Deforest
Age: 34
Type of being: Demon.
Appearance: 6"

Personality: Eric collects the souls once their time is up. Ushering them on down to the dark lord and, on occasion, even punishes those who try to wiggle their way out of the deal they made. If you aren't someone he thinks worth his time you aren't gonna get anything friendly out of him. He has more of a sardonic personality unless he feels like actually bothering with being personable.
Crime(s): Murder, theft